Cars get to park on the sidewalk, for brief times, though no one knows what that means.
Of course you can park your motorcycle on the footpath too. Sometimes it's even okay to drive your bike down the sidewalk to save a little time.
Garbage accumulates on corners through the day and does get taken away during the night. For the most part.
It's the general disrepair that is most noticeable. There is much construction going on in this city and sidewalks are not a priority. I wonder how persons in wheelchairs, or those visually impaired, manage to get around. Or do they?
There is immense beauty in this city. In spite of the potential pitfalls, that beauty is all around us, and one of the best ways to see it is to simply walk. Carefully perhaps, but walking nonetheless.
And every once in a while, while walking on a sidewalk in Buenos Aires, you will come upon something perhaps unique to Argentina. The remembering of someone who mattered to a community. A tile carefully prepared and placed in the sidewalk, and protected day to day, by people who care.
Here lived Eduardo Goldar Parodi.
A popular activist for the public good.
Arrested and disappeared by state terrorism.
September 9, 1977
Neighbourhoods for Remembrance and Justice.
We should all care.